If you gave that second thought
a second chance every time
you’d soon realise that a decade just past by
whilst counting birdsong etched
on your crystal hands to remind you
of trying to trick and fold ticking time.
Strip it back and lay it bare
these vacuum packed streets of fanciful decay
ready made resuscitation of the satirist
playing through the new elliptical air
Watching queues appear and disappear
the disappointment of a first viewing
a vanity fitting for my head.
death a photographic emporium full of embarrassment
as I am caught posing in situ by a Edison flasher
and question whether I will age like a decent pouring grain
yet to be found within the citations and recipe department
of a diamond cut circular earth
Of a whiskey appreciator watching Stock
copy cats rise all around
A smoke act city.